Scraps of Rumi poems and my thoughts…
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Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.
A white flower grows in the quietness.
Let your tongue become that flower.
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Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.
Open your hands,
if you want to be held.
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Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.
Flow down and down in always
widening rings of being.
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I write books about women finding their power. Romance, fantasy, erotica, wherever the story takes me, I know the heroine will win and find herself in the end.
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Experience that breathing.
From books and words come fantasy,
and sometimes, from fantasy comes union.
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My readers will dwell in the stories. The lessons the heroine learns will become theirs. Her happy ending will become theirs. The heroine is strong, powerful, wise and wild. The readers will become her.
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BURNT KABOB
Last year, I admired wines. This,
I’m wandering inside the red world.
Last year, I gazed at the fire.
This year I’m burnt kabob.
Thirst drove me down to the water
where I drank the moon’s reflection.
Now I am a lion staring up totally
lost in love with the thing itself.
Don’t ask questions about longing.
Look in my face.
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